From now on, I'll be bringing you a poem every day or every other day or so, and then offering a little bit of commentary on it. I will try to make the blog background match the image associated with the poem, so that you can readily follow what I am talking about in the poem. I hope this works. I'm going to give it a try today, and we'll see. If not, and everything goes FUBAR on me, please resort to blog.amynelsonhahn.info for each day's blogpost. Thanks.
Brushtale
Blistering
roll back your vines --
none of us can cramp
in this heat beyond shade
of the two arbored hazel trees --
if we could nestle there.
Only stillness and and potential venture
aspire us white and high,
high as flight and dreams;
no one taints our cares
with umbrage or reluctance.
Nothing quits our growth
with half-whispered airs --
severating
in willingness our divide
we stand apart.
We lack forgiveness,
and flaw to fall.
(c) Amy Nelson Hahn 2011
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